Ginlockey
05-12-2005, 12:11 AM
So I'm leaving NYC soon. As in--a couple of days--and to quote my friend Jack, "I feel some kind of way." Never in my life have I experienced the things I have upon coming to NYC. They were both good and bad and most, I'll never forget. (Ironically, I just finished watching the very last episode of Sex and the City)
I lived in the most amazing city on the planet--for a whopping FOUR months! And it was pretty much enough. It reminded me that I'm not a New York City kind of girl. I enjoy lounging around and taking my time to do things., It seems thats not an option in NYC. Every day people want you to hurry up and get things done. A former roommate actually told me to hurry and get up one Saturday. When I asked why, she simply said," Because."
I guess I understand. There are a million and one things to be done in the city. There are museums and restaurants and shops and sights. There is always something to do. But what about when you dont want to do anything? What about the days I want to relax and lay around all-day-long?
So I was planning to leave Saturday, but then I thought about the events I had planned for this weekend. I think its fitting that I party all weekend. A fitting tribute, right?
So Friday I am (supposedly) attending a Stevie Wonder event--WonderFull. I'm very excited. I know it will make me even more sad about leaving. Then on Saturday I want to go to the Brooklyn Museum (something I hadnt done in all my time here) to catch the Basquiat exhibit. Even though I'm going to bring my sister here, I may miss the exhibit. And it's too good to be true. That evening, I'm going to the "White Tee and Wife Beater" party sponsored by two women I met last month who seem to be fab. Perhaps had I gotten a chance to get to know them better, NYC wouldnt have seemed so bad. I was thinking of leaving on Sunday, but I told my aunt I would visit the Statue of Liberty (something else I hadnt done while I was here) with her and my little cousins on Sunday. So now its looking like Monday.
I feel conflicted. I really do love the city, but it is not me. Perhaps if the job were here...I would stay a bit longer. But eventually I would be back at this same place...emotionally. I will never forget the time spent here and will daydream often about the possibilities of my life in the city. But I am excited about the weather, friends, family, MONEY, flexibility.
I havent mentioned my departure to my job or my church. I feel defeated, so I havent mentioned it. Interestingly enough, I am going to hang out with my coworkers on Friday evening. Final drink, but they dont know it. I may mention it tomorrow--but probably not.
Thoughts...starting to ramble...
On and on....
I lived in the most amazing city on the planet--for a whopping FOUR months! And it was pretty much enough. It reminded me that I'm not a New York City kind of girl. I enjoy lounging around and taking my time to do things., It seems thats not an option in NYC. Every day people want you to hurry up and get things done. A former roommate actually told me to hurry and get up one Saturday. When I asked why, she simply said," Because."
I guess I understand. There are a million and one things to be done in the city. There are museums and restaurants and shops and sights. There is always something to do. But what about when you dont want to do anything? What about the days I want to relax and lay around all-day-long?
So I was planning to leave Saturday, but then I thought about the events I had planned for this weekend. I think its fitting that I party all weekend. A fitting tribute, right?
So Friday I am (supposedly) attending a Stevie Wonder event--WonderFull. I'm very excited. I know it will make me even more sad about leaving. Then on Saturday I want to go to the Brooklyn Museum (something I hadnt done in all my time here) to catch the Basquiat exhibit. Even though I'm going to bring my sister here, I may miss the exhibit. And it's too good to be true. That evening, I'm going to the "White Tee and Wife Beater" party sponsored by two women I met last month who seem to be fab. Perhaps had I gotten a chance to get to know them better, NYC wouldnt have seemed so bad. I was thinking of leaving on Sunday, but I told my aunt I would visit the Statue of Liberty (something else I hadnt done while I was here) with her and my little cousins on Sunday. So now its looking like Monday.
I feel conflicted. I really do love the city, but it is not me. Perhaps if the job were here...I would stay a bit longer. But eventually I would be back at this same place...emotionally. I will never forget the time spent here and will daydream often about the possibilities of my life in the city. But I am excited about the weather, friends, family, MONEY, flexibility.
I havent mentioned my departure to my job or my church. I feel defeated, so I havent mentioned it. Interestingly enough, I am going to hang out with my coworkers on Friday evening. Final drink, but they dont know it. I may mention it tomorrow--but probably not.
Thoughts...starting to ramble...
On and on....